I thought tonight was the time I would say my final good bye to my sister.
Her kids surrounded her, the setting sun shine through the window, and she seemed so weak and frail.
Yet it wasn’t to be this night.
My sister, always one to do things the way she would do them, rallied and got stronger as the evening wore on.
A false hope? Perhaps. But a reprieve from feelings and a situation I do not feel ready to tackle.
I’ll take it.